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carlosbaila:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

“En los años 70, Marina Abramovic mantuvo una intensa historia de amor con Ulay. Pasaron 5 años viviendo en una furgoneta realizando toda clase de performances. En 1988, cuando su relación ya no daba para más, decidieron recorrer la Gran Muralla China, empezando cada uno de un lado, para encontrarse en el medio, abrazarse y no volver a verse nunca más. En 2010 el MoMa de Nueva York dedicó una retrospectiva a su obra. Dentro de la misma, Marina compartía un minuto en silencio con cada extraño que se sentaba frente a ella. Ulay llegó sin que ella lo supiera, y esto fue lo que pasó”

(via kadrey)

neil-gaiman:

kambriel:

thescarletconspiracy:

Francis Alÿs, Nightwatch, 2004.  

Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.

All foxes are cultured and urbane.

This fox has it all figured out… No crowds and long lines, no admission fees, just art. 

I have never seen three photos that made me want to write more NEVERWHERE as much as these…

(Source: free-parking)

joehillsthrills:

Crazy diary man is currently keeping 8 journals, not counting his compulsive self-documentation on Twitter and Tumblr. Clockwise:
Listography
Film Listography
Music Listography
a sketchbook of cartoons collected from artists I dig
my own sketchbook (that’s my shitty Charles Wilson iii imitation, not the real thing)
A diary of what films I’ve seen
And a journal of what books, essays, stories, and comics I’ve read.
Finally, at center, is my diary-diary.
I also self-document my daily physical activity with the help of my UP wristband.
SO I LIKE DATA SO WHAT? I try to notice my own life happening. I don’t know why. Probably some combination of narcissism and a compulsion to keep track of what makes me happy and what doesn’t.

joehillsthrills:

Crazy diary man is currently keeping 8 journals, not counting his compulsive self-documentation on Twitter and Tumblr. Clockwise:

Listography

Film Listography

Music Listography

a sketchbook of cartoons collected from artists I dig

my own sketchbook (that’s my shitty Charles Wilson iii imitation, not the real thing)

A diary of what films I’ve seen

And a journal of what books, essays, stories, and comics I’ve read.

Finally, at center, is my diary-diary.

I also self-document my daily physical activity with the help of my UP wristband.

SO I LIKE DATA SO WHAT? I try to notice my own life happening. I don’t know why. Probably some combination of narcissism and a compulsion to keep track of what makes me happy and what doesn’t.

kadrey:

REC 3 is a bad movie, but you’ve got to love a bride with a chainsaw.

kadrey:

REC 3 is a bad movie, but you’ve got to love a bride with a chainsaw.

(Source: blackcatkills)

kat-howard:

malindalo:

gwendabond:

jerismithready:

Dorothy Parker’s telegram to her editor.
This are my thoughts at almost every deadline, but especially with this novel. The story is finally where I want it, but there are still so many rough edges I want to cry. I want every syllable to be brilliant.

Never have done such hard night and day work never have so wanted anything to be good and all I have is a pile of paper covered with wrong words.

David gets turned in tomorrow, wrong words and all.
(PS: Thank God for copyedits.)

Dorothy forever. Who among us has not felt this?

Ugh, so true.

I can’t look you in the voice.

kat-howard:

malindalo:

gwendabond:

jerismithready:

Dorothy Parker’s telegram to her editor.

This are my thoughts at almost every deadline, but especially with this novel. The story is finally where I want it, but there are still so many rough edges I want to cry. I want every syllable to be brilliant.

Never have done such hard night and day work never have so wanted anything to be good and all I have is a pile of paper covered with wrong words.

David gets turned in tomorrow, wrong words and all.

(PS: Thank God for copyedits.)

Dorothy forever. Who among us has not felt this?

Ugh, so true.

I can’t look you in the voice.

(Source: litquake, via neil-gaiman)

kadrey:

Some of David Pelham’s brilliant 70s SF covers for Penguin Books.